Wednesday, May 7, 2008

May 7, 2008


(Cannibal Soul comes of out of his mother’s kitchen, picking his teeth.)

Sock: You sick, sociopathic bastard. How could you?

Cannibal: I was hungry. All she had was pie.

Sock: She loved you through everything. She supported you completely. And you killed her because you didn’t want to eat delicious PIE?!

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